The Transfiguration
Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and John, and led them up a high mountain apart, by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, and his clothes became dazzling white, such as no one on earth could bleach them. And there appeared to them Elijah with Moses, who were talking with Jesus. Then Peter said to Jesus, “Rabbi, it is good for us to be here; let us make three dwellings, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” He did not know what to say, for they were terrified. Then a cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud there came a voice, “This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!” Suddenly when they looked around, they saw no one with them any more, but only Jesus.
How we long to hold on to
those fleeting glimpses
of the glory of God
How we crave the clarity
of hearing God’s voice
speak into our everyday
bringing together
and making sense
of those nudges that beguile
from left of field
Yet more often
clarity is manifest
as we come down from the mountain top
worked out in the nitty gritty
of life on the ground.
Refined in the fire of the everyday
Tested in the ordinary
And so we give thanks
for moments of transfiguration
and plead for awareness
and wisdom
and the gift
of interpreting
those things hidden in plain sight
that reveal to us
the presence of God
and that keep us alert
to the invitation
to listen
and to journey with God
in our everyday.
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